Soul Patrol

I am so glad and quite relieved that Taylor Hicks won this year's American Idol competition. It's one of my guilty pleasures and I've been watching it since the season began just because of him. He's different. He's got soul. I knew he was going to win from the moment I saw him during the audition. He's the kind of guy who just loves to sing! I don't even think he thought he'd make it as far as the Kodak theatre. He was just there to sing and have a good time. He didn't care what he looked like (although he did improve throughout the season), didn't care what song he sang, he made the stage his own and when he sings, people really listen.

For a moment there I thought they were going to choose Katherine McPhee. If that was what happened, then she would just be like Kelly, Carrie, Fantasia. Girls who can sing but do not have personalities at all. Although she has some edge over the others. She sure is a looker.

But looks can only get you so far..... Not that far though.....

America finally chose wisely. Sure hope they'd chose wisely when voting for presidents and politicians. Hehehe!

Painting a picture...

A while ago I was walking up the stairs, tired, weary, ready to just collapse. I looked up, not quite there yet, I saw a soft amber glow on the wall. I was drawn to it. Heavy steps became hurried steps, wanting to know where the source is. I realized it was a beam of sunlight from outside the window facing the wall. I walked towards the window, enchanted by a display of purple hues with some touches of orange and blues. It was a wonderful sight to behold. It's been a while since I've looked up the sky & wathced the horizon as the sun sets.

Tonight... for the first time in years... I've painted sunset... just as it should be.

Wala Lang.....

Have neglected my blog. Stupid work (nah not really), stupid everything.....

May I just say I think it's stupid how the Catholic Church is trying to ban the Da Vinci Code from being shown in movie houses. Don't they realize the more they try to ban it the more they tweak people's curiosity? It's like placing a huge WET PAINT DO NOT TOUCH sign on a wall.

Fascinations, Part 1

From now on, I'm going o be writing about things that fascinate me...

SUPERNATURAL, PARANORMAL, & THE OCCULT

I've always been fascinated with ghosts, ghost stories, scary movies, haunted houses, witches, vampires, you name it. I remember watching those crappy horror movies back in the 80's when I was a kid. Scared shitless but loving it. I also remember wanting to become a vampire back when I started reading Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. I also am fascinated with death.

I don't have a clue why I'm fascinated though. My friends find it morbid. Maybe it's more of me wanting to discover more of what's unknown. I'm a logical person and I guess it's me wanting to find logic where logic doesn't exist(?).

I guess it also has something to do with personal experiences like me being able to see spirits, ghosts, entities. Yes..... I'm one of those people who can see. I don't claim to have esp or to be a clairvoyant. I just can. That's it.

I remember watching tv and seeing little things running around the floor playing peekaboo with each other.

I remember seeing a kid sitting on top of the stairs at our old house, crying and thinking. Mind you, there are no kids in the house. Just me, my parents, my sister (who was I think 14 back then), and my great aunt.

I remember being attacked by an entity in my room and had scratches the next day to prove I wasn't having a nightmare or was hallucinating.

I remember hearing my name being called when there's no one around me.

I can go on and on about all of the experiences I've had but..... nevermind.

I was scared out of my wits at first. I thought I was going crazy. My parents always told me I have a hyperactive imagination. Once I've gotten over my fear, I found it kind of cool, although not that amusing.

I have a psychic friend who taught me how to meditate and control. He also taught me how to read people. When I say read people, I mean read how they think, what they're thinking, how they are as a person.

I've been researching on clairvoyance, meditation, the occult, paranormal for quite some time now. Whenever I read whatever material I can find, especially on the internet, it makes a skeptic out of me more than a believer.

My psychic friend told me to research on Franz Bardon and his methods. So far, it's been interesting, albeit being a bit cerebral even for me (Bardon's methods). Once I finish up on what I'm reading, and as soon as I find more time, I'm gonna go ahead and write more about this fascination which I think will never go away.

More Than A Feeling

Boston

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to
play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to
play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away. She slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to
play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away